Re: Damon + Samandriel
Samandriel bent easily both to Damon's will and to his body, moaning loudly as his friend thrust into him. "Fuck," he hissed, and it was all he could do to keep from figuring out how to shift their angles so he could drive his hips back against Damon's.
He met the vampire's eyes, gripping his biceps tightly to keep from jerking himself off. He'd behave and do as he was told. After all, he'd had his hand swatted away from his own dick enough times to know better than to think the gift of his own release was his to decide when it came. "Fuck, you feel so damn good, Damon," he murmured, soft praises to try to keep the volume down while he groped for the wall with one hand to soundproof the room. He wasn't going to be able to stay quiet much longer, was pretty sure that Damon was going to want him to sing in the way only sex could manage.